Napping

She is napping
On the living room
Couch, our dog Rosy
Close by napping.
I am baking a peach
Tart with cinnamon and
A bit of nutmeg plus some
Odd fruit tossed in to
Titillate the palate.
The sun shines, a cool
Breeze ruffles curtains,
This place is seldom still.
The wind is almost always
Reminding me of new scents
To make sense of here in
Southern California
Where we live
Now she, I,
Two cats,
Rosy.